#mangwon

훈고링고브레드, 망원동, 서울. 

The colour of your hair in the sun, black swimming into hues of blue.

In january the world was turquiose. The city walls, the street lights reflecting off the snow, and even the cashier's earrings at the 7/11 on the corner, turquoise. But by the time I noticed, it felt like you were already slipping through my fingers. I sat in bed crying that night when I found out you would go to Japan. I hadn't even known you for that long by then, seen you maybe a couple of times, but just the thought of never seeing you again left a gaping hole in my chest. Like you had closed your fist around my heart and were pulling towards Japan.

So that's how I noticed. You had entirely consumed the little world I had built up for myself in Seoul, bathing everything in a cyan light.

When I took you to my favourite place in Seoul,

an island Mangwon ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ on the Han river, right off the coast of ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ ꕀ

overlooking the sky line ⋆｡ ˚ ☁︎ ˚ ｡ ⋆ ˚ . ☽ ˚ ｡ ☁︎ ˚ ⋆ . ' : ｡ ˚ s ⋆ T ⋆ ky o ' unt scr wer : o ai unta ap Namsa ,,,with it's m ns , mo ins,,,,,,,ers, and the,,,,,nNamsan:

you consumed that too.

I gladly offered it all up to you.

But then you went back there without me. You made memories without me and essentially, made these places your own. I don't want to fault you for it, but in doing so, you took these places away from me. Suddenly they weren't exclusive to me anymore, the connection was lost. And that kinda ruins it.

Again, you consumed my whole world, but just not me.